It was so easy for Anthony in the night club. He spotted Clare
through a crowd of people and was soon chatting confidently to her.
Impressed with him, Clare saw nothing wrong in accepting his invitation to a
party at his house in the country the following evening. All the more so,
since he was with several male and female friends as they chatted.
Everything about him signalled taste and expense. His house was simply
breathtaking, set in its own vast grounds, and off the beaten track. Clare
looked stunning in a long black evening dress, high heeled shoes, and her long
blonde hair pinned up. The night started well enough, with good company,
plenty of food and drink, and a good time was had by all… But then
events took a strange turn for 18 year-old Clare.

The party moved to the grounds of the property, quite a distance from the
house. Not far from a wooded area, Clare saw a single pole in the ground
with a platform attached to it. “What’s that for?” she enquired
innocently. “Oh, that’s for tonight’s entertainment” replied one
of the company. “And what might that be?” she asked further. The
stark reply came as a total shock. “We’re going to burn a young girl
at the stake, and you, dear Clare, are that young girl who will burn.”
“You are joking, aren’t you” she replied, her voice beginning to
tremble with fear. As she said that, she felt strong hands on her wrists,
and within seconds her wrists had been drawn behind her back and bound.
She was too stunned to speak as she was carried to the stake. Once there,
she was placed upon the platform facing outwards, and willing hands quickly set
about chaining her to the stake. Once that was done, wood was brought to
the stake and carefully set in place inside and all around the platform beneath
her. More wood was then placed against her lower legs; more than enough
had been set in place to set her alight and burn her at the stake. Clare looked
so sweet and innocent, radiant even, standing there, chained to the stake, with
wood piled up around her legs resting on her black evening dress, as the evening
sun was setting. “Please, please, can I be the one to burn this sexy
young slut. Let me light the fire, I want to see her burn slowly, and take
in the smell in the air of the burning wood and this girl being ravished by
flames,” said Louise, one of the young girls of the party, intoxicated by both
what she had drunk, and the fascination of not only seeing a young girl being
burned alive at the stake, but being the only one to have lit her fire.
The others who were there were taken aback for a few seconds, but then one of
them said, “Oh let her light the fire, she’ll do it properly.” A long
piece of wood was lit by one of the men, and when it was burning well it was
passed to 18 year-old Louise. She stepped forward with the burning piece of wood
and confidently held it deep in the kindling wood at the base of the stake.
She lit the inner wood as well as the wood piled around the outside.
Satisfied, she stood back to admire her handiwork. And she had grounds to
be well satisfied. She had lit an excellent fire.
Flames were soon rising within the wood towards Clare, as the outer wood
burned steadily and began to produce a heat haze. Louise was pleased with
her first role as ‘executioner’, and was surprised to find that she was
quite sexually aroused as she gazed at the flames rising in the evening air and
heard the wood crackling loudly as it burned. Flames rose up around the outside
of the wood as more intense flames climbed within, the heat increased
tremendously, and Clare, maintaining a brave face, remained tight lipped even as
it became unbearable. She looked down at the fiercely burning wood at the moment
her pink wrap drifted lazily forward in the hot updraft of air, and the hem of
it rested for a couple of seconds in the tip of a rising flame. That was
enough, and the wrap began to burn to Clare’s horror. That was only the start,
however. “Look at Miss Goody two shoes now!” remarked Louise.
“Look, look, I can see the flames setting her pretty evening dress alight.
Oh look, the flames are wrapping themselves around the wood tight up against her
legs. She’s starting to burn! Oh yes, my fire has got her now.
She’s burning like a common witch!” “Oh I don’t know”, remarked
one of the gathering, “I think she has begun to burn beautifully. She is
such an exotic burner. I’m sure she still turns us all on even now with
the flames licking at her dress and her fit young body and smoke drifting up all
around her. She looks so sweet in the flames. I’m glad we all had
the chance to fuck her senseless before burning her. Even you enjoyed her,
Louise!” “Just keep your eyes on her burning, and enjoy every second
of my work” Louise snapped back. Unbeknownst to them, unseen deep within
the wood that they had piled around her, Clare’s modern trendy shoes had been
responding to the heat almost immediately. Even before her fire had set
her dress alight, Clare’s shoes, already unbearably hot, experienced flames
licking all around them. Her shoes caught fire easily and burned
deliciously. Deep within the wood, merciless flames had set about setting
this sexy young girl on fire, beginning to ravish her as only they know how.
Her now incandescent high heeled shoes were sending flames spiralling up to set
her alight. Within seconds, Clare’s arched feet and tightly chained
ankles were engulfed in flames. Clare was finally burning alive at the
stake.
She cried out in anguish, but to no avail. At the same time, flames
licking up the outside of the wood were showing the onlookers how easily it
could set her wrap on fire. Seconds later, Clare’s dress was igniting
easily at the first touch of the flames. As Clare’s evening dress began to
burn away from her quickly in the heat and hungry flames devouring it, and her
slim shapely naked body was exposed, Louise moved closer to the fire. “I
want to get as close as I can, I want to feel the heat from her as she burns
alive. I want to smell the burning wood and this burning girl close up.”
Above the topmost pieces of wood, Clare’s naked body started to be assailed by
pure flames; flames that seemed to rise triumphantly and take pleasure in
burning her. Watching as the flames took a good hold on Clare’s thighs,
Louise exclaimed “Oh my God, flames are licking her pussy, look, her fanny’s
burning, oh how sweet that is! I never thought I’d be so turned on
watching a pretty girl burn, and she is ever so pretty in the fire.” Louise
was thoroughly enjoying the burning, and moved even closer and eagerly placed a
lot more wood into Clare’s fire. “Be careful you don’t get burned
yourself”, one of the others cautioned. “She’s getting so close to
the fire, maybe she wants to be burned at the stake as well” said another.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” said Louise, rising to the jibe.
“It can be arranged, you know it can” came the half joking, half threatening
reply. Meanwhile the fresh wood piled into the fire was having an effect.
Clare was now well alight, her legs almost unseen in the raging fire as flames
lashed around her hips. It was as though some flames held her hips tightly
as other flames licked and caressed and devoured her fanny and arse in a most
sexual way.
Clare glowed brightly in her fire in the failing evening light; dark foreboding
flames on the wood and bright red, orange and yellow flames leaping free of the
wood and burning her fiercely. Smoke swirled around her naked breasts and
over her face. Her long blonde hair, pinned up and not yet scorching or
smouldering in the rising, increasing, heat, still looked perfect. Louise,
getting more excited by the minute, gave almost a running commentary.
“Listen to that wood crackling loudly as it catches fire. Look at those
flames getting stronger, rising higher, all the time. Go on, go on, I really
want to see those breasts in the fire. I want to see flames caressing her
breasts. Oh God, they’re roasting, they’re burning! They stand out so
proudly as the flames lick all around them. From side-on, they look
fantastic!” And she was right. Clare’s breasts had been slowly
roasting in the intense heat of the rising flames, and ignited easily as the
first flames swept onto them. In seconds they could be seen standing out
firmly, almost in silhouette, with flames licking all around them. Clare gasped
out loudly as her blonde hair finally succumbed to the inevitable as her
shoulders were enveloped in flames. The concentration of hair, fuelled by
a liberal amount of hairspray, burst into flames and burned fiercely for many
seconds.
Louise stood watching spellbound through all of this, as Clare was finally
engulfed in flames and the burning was complete. Louise was transfixed by
the sight. She had been playing with herself as she watched for the last couple
of minutes, and did not resist as one of the men moved in behind her, drew her
hands behind her back, and started gently caressing her breasts. She was carried
away by the burning of Clare and the sexual excitement she was experiencing, so
when another man suddenly tied her wrists, it served only to heighten her
arousal rather than ring any alarm bells within her. It was only when one
of the men said “It’s your turn now, Louise,” that she looked around with
a puzzled expression on her face. “You’re not really going to burn me
too?” she exclaimed. “Why not, you make an excellent pair of witches,
and you would burn just as beautifully as she did!” was the reply…